The Complete Sherlock Holmes Illustrated

by Arthur Conan Doyle

We must look for consistency. Where there is a want of it we must suspect deception.”

and laying a hand upon each of my knees he looked into my eyes with the peculiarly mischievous gaze which was characteristic of his more imp-like moods.

GAY

The relations between us in those latter days were peculiar. He was a man of habits, narrow and concentrated habits, and I had become one of them.

But apart from this I had uses. I was a whetstone for his mind. I stimulated him.

What uses?

“I never get your limits, Watson,” said he. “There are unexplored possibilities about you.

why should I go out when I have so much to hold me here?

I should know my Watson by now.

YOUR Watson?

“You’re not hurt, Watson? For God’s sake, say that you are not hurt!” It was worth a wound—it was worth many wounds—to know the depth of loyalty and love which lay behind that cold mask. The clear, hard eyes were dimmed for a moment, and the firm lips were shaking. For the one and only time I caught a glimpse of a great heart as well as of a great brain. All my years of humble but single-minded service culminated in that moment of revelation.

“You are right,” he cried with an immense sigh of relief. “It is quite superficial.” His face set like flint as he glared at our prisoner, who was sitting up with a dazed face. “By the Lord, it is as well for you. If you had killed Watson, you would not have got out of this room alive.

Loverssss

“The strongest of all holds where a woman is concerned—the hold of love.

Ewwww misogyny

go your own way and let me go mine.

Speaking of my old friend and biographer, I would take this opportunity to remark that if I burden myself with a companion in my various little inquiries it is not done out of sentiment or caprice, but it is that Watson has some remarkable characteristics of his own to which in his modesty he has given small attention amid his exaggerated estimates of my own performances.

The good Watson had at that time deserted me for a wife, the only selfish action which I can recall in our association. I was alone.

Jealous much

We formed a friendship—the sort of friendship which can only be made when one lives the same life and shares the same joys and sorrows. He was my mate—and that means a good deal in the Army.

Gay. They were gay. Stupid homophobic Victorians

my friend Watson

Why is he always referring to Watson as "my friend"?

my Watson.

YOUR Watson! Bro he has a wife

Women have seldom been an attraction to me,

Gay